07-17-2022, 03:24 PM
VALKYRIE
She can’t help it, the way her eyes drift to where Hyaline used to exist. There are no signs of those mountains she has known for her whole life, the only home she has ever known. She may be young but she feels the weight of its loss - no matter that her family is safe, no matter how she would, forever, trust that her parents got anyone and everyone out that they could when everything began to crumble. There is still a heavy feeling in her heart as this young mare stands on the banks of the river and observes the utter expanse of nothing that stretches where so much had been before.
What would she find if she were to walk into the water?
Valkyrie likes to imagine that it is all still there, somehow. Perfectly preserved just beneath the surface of the ocean instead of in pieces. If only she could shapeshift, she could become a dolphin and go see for herself.
But perhaps this is better, so that she is not disappointed. Better to pretend that schools of fish are currently swirling around the trees that she had run underneath, that sunlight is still reaching the places where she had watched her parents stand together in silent, peaceful moments.
Small, sunlight-bright fishes flicker into existence around her where she stands but she does not notice. So intent is the focus of that one working orange-gold eye on the surface of the ocean, as if staring at it long enough she will simply see what she wishes so badly to see.
What would she find if she were to walk into the water?
Valkyrie likes to imagine that it is all still there, somehow. Perfectly preserved just beneath the surface of the ocean instead of in pieces. If only she could shapeshift, she could become a dolphin and go see for herself.
But perhaps this is better, so that she is not disappointed. Better to pretend that schools of fish are currently swirling around the trees that she had run underneath, that sunlight is still reaching the places where she had watched her parents stand together in silent, peaceful moments.
Small, sunlight-bright fishes flicker into existence around her where she stands but she does not notice. So intent is the focus of that one working orange-gold eye on the surface of the ocean, as if staring at it long enough she will simply see what she wishes so badly to see.
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